the day rakes, savage 

a salt-whip

cat tongue, hauling my cellophane skin

Fine, I say. I can quit dreaming anytime I want 

 

then

the dry-heave 

deep swell

the downwell

 

I wish. I pull the waves over myself

and draw around me the sea like a womb

a water-vault

no horizon

no gutless sun, slipped under clouds

Just to say how dark they are

 

I belong in the sea with my father

with each serif wave-top

a reminder of the letters

I have lost now